Sky Moving

I hold you

on my lap, close to my heart—

explaining

your brain scan

the doctor looks away

at last

you stand and walk

lopsided

seizing with one hand

both thorns and flowers

driving miles

out of my way

to bump over train tracks

I follow the power lines

of your first obsessions

rain blots

the edges of your fear

as trees topple . . .

el derecho storms

giving your mind a spin

that wizard

behind the curtain

had real power—

your enchantment with tornadoes

an unbreakable spell

you write the wind

a poem on fluttering paper:

sky moving

blow windy just Earth

thunderstorms rainstrong

too many

syllables for a poem—

the names

they give the tempests

raging in your brain

gazing

at dark sky you ask

if that bright

steady star is Jupiter—

love its never-ending  storm

LYNX  28:1, February 2013

This poem is a tribute to my son, Evan, whose many, many challenges have enriched my life for thirty years, taking me on a never-ending, whirlwind journey through a land as different as Oz.